| This is wrong
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| Somehow the heat of the sun’s not as strong
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| As the warmth I knew and could only belong
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| To the sky of my home
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| No other than from my home
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| Though I’ve been gone
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| Painting lines of destiny on my own
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| Tasting water from the sea of uknown
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| But whenever the wind blows
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| The winter’s here in my soul
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| Some things can’t be erased from a paper
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| Blood can not be replaced by water
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| Dreams that I have embraced
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| Can’t cover the trace of my home
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| Of my home
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| I don’t know when
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| I can go back and start over again
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| Will I be a stranger will they be friends
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| Doubts are pouring like the rain
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| Hoping they can understand
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| That some things can’t be erased from a paper
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| Blood can not be replaced by water
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| Dreams that I have embraced
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| Can’t cover the trace of my home
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| Of my home
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| Can you see on my face?
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| Come closer
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| This love cannot be disgraced
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| By anger
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| Dreams that I have embraced
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| Can’t cover the trace of my home
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| Of my home
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| There’re things that can’t be erased from a paper
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| Blood can not be replaced by water
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| Dreams that I have embraced
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| Can’t cover the trace of my home
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| Of my home |